Success is easy
when you have a tragedy to sell.
I can bleed imagery from my pores
yet I'm a simple mess.This isn't jealousy,
I won't ring my own bell,
but I'll die on my own metaphors
from all of the stress.I wish you joy,
I just need some luck
or my own misfortune
so the eyes see me.I'm the stringed up toy,
I'm the decoy duck,
my life up for auction
as a social detainee.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
ŞiirPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...